WEEK 6 - Investigation

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6)

friday (?) survivors Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_

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Re: 11?? ish???? and on, viewport

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[Shelley didn't know until three weeks ago that she was actually well equipped to deal with teenage girl feelings, but it's still a foreign concept for her. Still, she has to try, right? Clover...poor girl, this is so obviously tough for her.

Shelley approaches with a glass of juice]

Clover, uuuh...here. You should drink something...

[She's fully expecting a rejection]

[socloverit]

[At least she doesn't reject it immediately? But yeah, Clover glances up at the juice and there's the briefest flicker of confusion in her expression, small and slight against how crushingly empty everything else about her is.]

...It's fine. [She struggles just to speak loudly enough to be heard; Shelley's going to have to focus.] I don't need anything.